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This Crazy Delicious Place Of Delight!

Dressing up as an elf can also be great therapy! Yes that's me, photo by Steve Swayne.

Dressing up as an elf can also be great therapy! Yes that’s me, photo by Steve Swayne.

Hello dear Readers, what is life holding for you in this very moment? Is there a thought or a dream that’s been wandering around in your inner being that wants to be expressed in some way? That’s a bit like the writing process for me, this blog is as much about my own therapy as it is about you gorgeous people out there.

There is a lot going on in my life at the moment, not the least of which is my going from being on my own to being with my soul mate. That journey brings its own challenges, it also brings incredible joy and the deepest connection, it isn’t the only way to get there but it certainly is fun! I have been noticing in myself an urge to immerse myself completely in my relationship, the desire to be in that ecstatic loving space all the time. There is a potential danger in this oh so natural process, at least it has been for me, it is so easy to lose myself in the ocean of love.

ocean of love

And this is relationship which is a spiritual practice that I am engaging in now so how much more the temptation to drown in that crazy, delicious place of delight. The funny thing is that the same thing ultimately saves me from tipping over the edge, it’s much harder to lose me these days, I keep finding deeper and deeper layers of who I really am. When you reach a certain point there is no going back, and why would you want to?

And I do let go of who I think I am  as I shift into that state of oneness and surrender, but I’m not really losing myself these days, its more like letting go of control. Or maybe you could compare it to the ability of a shaman to move in and out of altered states of consciousness, after all I used to be a shamanic apprentice! Whatever you call it, its nice to have the opportunity to navigate the paths to ecstasy, even when it is shadow, as I release layers of old stuff I become more available to the ecstatic.

Faeries Dancing

Until further notice, celebrate everything! Saint Germain through Azena Ramanda.

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The Face Of The Divine Is You.

RainyDaysIngredients for staying in bed for far longer than one is supposed to, touch of autumn chill in the air, so cosy under the sheets! Cat snuggled into my bum and the backs of my knees as I lie in a foetal position, thoughts of my beloved drifting into my awareness as I listen to the gentle rain falling outside and allow myself to simply be. Yoga does tempt me but here you find me still partly snuggled under the sheets and cotton blanket with the cat curled up between my legs, computer on my lap, writing to you.

This is the cat I was referring to, a visitor to the house.

This is the cat I was referring to, a visitor to the house.

And now I know what I came here to write, something I have been thinking about sharing with you, a letter I wrote to my Beloved.

Dear Lover,

I treasure your tender loving gaze, your upturned mouth with soft lips tempting me to taste this beautiful bounty that is you. I trust you utterly at depth, I always feel perfectly safe when I am with you, allowing me to open more deeply then I have ever known. You open me to divinity, to the timeless essence that is existence, that cannot be bound for it is boundless. I am you and you are me, together we connect in the energies of love, the ecstatic dance of the polarities.

Love pours out from every cell and when I truly connect with that vibration there is no distance between us, even when we are apart. I love you and always will, looking forward to our shared future as cosmic micronaughts!

Thank you Mother for bringing us together, and to Ganesh for the removal of obstacles.

Your Lover (The Woman who adores you!)

passionate embrace

I never did finish “Dear Lover” by David Deida, so I bought a copy for myself from the Book Depository, it’s the kind of book I think is best read a little at a time. My letter above is not unlike what David Deida writes in his book, it may not be for everyone but I really like the way that he describes being in a relationship. As a spiritual practice it becomes your therapy and everything becomes heightened as you let go of heaviness and shadow amidst great and intense pleasure, light shining everywhere.

Light, delight, and beauty, nature in all her moods and the flow of fun, faeries and moon dust, the Goddess and her consort, true love in my heart, we are all one.

The Body Remembers.

Isn’t it wonderful how exactly what you need turns up at precisely the perfect moment, I’m talking about a holistic counselling session I had a couple of days ago. A friend who is studying was looking for guinea pigs, and so I thought why not, I didn’t really think I needed a session, but it’s always interesting to experience different approaches to therapy. If you happened to read my post “The Truth Of The Heart” a couple of days ago, when I referred to myself as the human yo-yo, you are probably wondering how I could possibly think that I am not in serious need of deep therapy.

All-Screwed-Up

The thing that is on the top of my list of priorities to deal with is the way I keep going into overwhelm and stress, finding income from writing being a part of that but not necessarily the only solution to the issue. So that was what I took to my session, we ended up with a statement about exploring why I feel that way and to move into inspiration, flow, and inner peace. Then I found an actual moment where I had felt the overwhelm very strongly and stepped back into that space, very reluctantly I might add.

I tuned into my body and it was my neck and left shoulder where I was feeling the stress very strongly, it was like a big black blob on my neck blocking the easy flow of energy in my body. And let’s face it, the neck is a fairly critical spot to be all choked up, so it was very freeing to take that blob and throw it away. I kept doing it until it was all gone, then it was the shoulder’s turn, and for that I needed help. So I called in St Germain and the Archangel Michael, Germain held me while Michael used his sword of truth to cut out the black spot in my left shoulder.

The difference after I had done this was very noticeable, the pain in the shoulder was gone and I felt much lighter and happier. Talking therapies can only take you so far, then you need to find ways to access the source of your issues, wherever they might be held in the cells of your body. It wasn’t until I began to experience body based therapies that fundamental change started to happen in my life, even then it took a while, but don’t be dismayed, you may not be as damaged as I was!

More about my session in another post, here is an example of a body based approach known as Gestalt, the child of Fritz Perls: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbOAdMdMLdI

Tapping Into Bliss.

The butterflys are fluttering in my belly again, and yet I am pretty content in this moment, sitting here with my laptop, with a view of trees out the window and the cat snuggled up against my foot having a wash. I wonder sometimes if there will ever be a time when I don’t get stuff coming up, it’s hard to imagine what that would be like, probably not what being here on earth is all about anyway. I ran into a friend in the street yesterday and we agreed that while it was uncomfortable at times, that we are here to be in school, and this is one of the most common lesson formats.

I met someone who was very clear about ten years ago, Grant Mcfetridge of the Peak States Institute, and he said that he still got triggered sometimes, but he would then clear it in a few minutes. Grant’s work is very interesting, he theorises that specific traumas in our developmental process block particular peak states of consciousness. He says that these states are our birthright and I tend to agree with him. He also recommends other therapies such as EFT, or emotional freedom technique, where you are focusing on what you want to shift as you tap certain points along the meridians. Grant’s web site is: http://www.peakstates.com/

peakstatesofconsciousness

I just paused to do some tapping on the feelings in my belly and while they are not completely gone, they are greatly diminished. If I keep tapping it will probably go completely but I’m not sure if I have time, oh what the hell, I will pause again and keep going! ……………. So I did and now it feels like a little ball of ecstasy, this is such a simple technique and so effective! To check out more about tapping here is Gary Craig’s web site, the founder of this therapy: http://www.emofree.com/  Lots of other people offer tapping as well, I would recommend going towards whoever your intuition guides you to.

Letting, Letting, Letting…………Go.

Letting go and being still, letting go and being still, letting the flow of spirit take care of things, giving my deepest desires over to God, Goddess, All That Is……… If there’s nothing you can do in a situation, then do nothing, simple really isn’t it, and it applies to a few things that are going on for me at the moment. Some is financial stuff, special kind of headache that one for me, and some definitely has to be taken care of very consciously, but some of it can be given over to a higher power and what a relief that is!

let go

With the desire to be in a relationship the letting go is harder to do, but I am managing to get there, not abandoning the notion of moving into a conscious relationship, but moving myself away from the eggs all being in one basket approach. That’s been my emotional underlay in all my relationships, THIS IS IT AND SO I’D BETTER HANG ON NO MATTER WHAT! It really isn’t a good dynamic for healthy partnerships, which I see as two equals coming together to nourish and support each other so that each can be in their fullness. A dance of lightness and joy, of laughter and gay abandon!

If you don’t know what your dynamics are then I strongly suggest you start listening to your self-talk, what are you telling yourself over and over again, about yourself and the people you are connected to. You may need to find a form of therapy that helps you to tune into that voice, I think it was a combined bodywork and breathwork session that brought to my awareness the thought about having to hang on. That would have been in 2002 and here I am eleven years later still releasing layers of that particular illusion, don’t worry I’m probably a slow learner, with any luck you will move along much faster than I did.

She Let Go
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go. She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right. She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go. She didn’t analyse whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t call the prayer line. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go. No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that. In the space of letting go, she let it all be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

The author of this poem is unclear.  A few sites list Ernest Holmes as the author, another Jennifer Eckert Bernau and still another Rev. Safire Rose.